THE  SOCIAL 
RUBAIYAT 
OF  A  BUD 

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THE 

SOCIAL, 

RUBAIYAT 

OF  A  BUD 

BY 
MRS.  AMBROSE  MADISON  WILLIS 

ILLUSTRATED 

AND  DECORATED  BY 

ELSIE  A.  HARRISON 


PAUL ELDER 
C&  COMPANY 
PUBLISHERS 

•  SAN  FRANCISCO  • 


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Copyright,  1913 
Paul  Elder  and  Company 


DEDICATED 

TO 
C.  G.  N. 


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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT 

GREAT  OMAR!  ONE  THERE  IS  AMONG 

THE  THRONG, 
TO  WHOM  MELODIC  GIFT  DOTH  NOT 

BELONG; 
FORGIVE  THE  MEMORY  OF  THAT 

INSOLENCE, 
WHICH  STEALS  THY  REPUTATION  $ 

FOR  HER  SONG.  ^ 

FOR,  IF  INDEED,  ONE  HATH  THE 

MOOD  TO  SING, 
BUT,  MARR'D  IN  MAKING,  LACKS  THE 

RYTHMIC  RING, 
THE  BUNGLING  POTTER,  BY  THE 

SIGN  REVEALED, 
DOTH  GIVE  THEE,  OMAR,  CHANCE 

FOR  ONE  MORE  FLING. 


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PREFACE  4 

ADOWN  THE  AGES  RINGS  THE 

VOCAL  DIN 
OF  TEDIOUS  TEXTS  ON  MAN  AND 

WOMAN'S  SIN, 
BUT,  CHIEFLY,  THAT  ON  WHICH 

THE  PREACHER  POUNDS,  ^ 

IS  WOMAN'S  LOVE  OF  GOLD,  WITH 

MAN  THROWN  IN. 

II  I* 

THE  ROW  GOES  ON-WE'RE  BORED 

BY  PRIGS  AND  SAGES, 
AS  EACH  HIS  TURN  IN  WORDY 

ONSLAUGHT  RAGES, 
NOR  ALTERS  ONE  THE  WOMAN'S 

PAT  POSITION- 
HER  HEART'S  HER  ASSET  VERSUS    - 

MAN-AND  WAGES.  <g 

III 

'TIS  NOT  FOR  ME  TO  RUSH  A  REV 
OLUTION, 
OR  CROWD  THE  PACE  OF  MORAL 

EVOLUTION- 
WHAT  IS,  IS  SO,  BY  MARCH  OF  <Z 

CAUSAL  PROCESS- 
NCR  MORE,  NOR  LESS,  THE  SOCIAL 
INSTITUTION. 


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PREFACE 

IV 

IN  ETHNOLOGIC  LORE,  'TIS  NO- 
|  WHERE  WRITTEN 

THAT  PRIMAL  MAN  LET  ON,  WHEN 

HE  WAS  SMITTEN, 
THAT  HEART  FOR  HEART  WAS  BASIS 

FOR  THE  BUSINESS; 

4  NO  CHOICE  NOR  CHANCE  HAD  SHE 

TO  GIVE  THE  MITTEN. 

V 
THROUGH  CRUCIAL  YEARS  OF  FEAR 

AND  TRIBULATION, 
SHE  LEARNED  TO  HOLD  HER 

HEART  AT  VALUATION, 
TO  WHEEDLE  BEAD  OR  ANKLET 

FOR  HER  FAVOR, 
'TIL  BARTERING  GREW  TO  BE 

HER  OCCUPATION. 

VI 
THE  DREAMER'S  SAINTLY  SLOGAN 

"HEART  FOR  HEART, 
WITH  MAN  AND  WOMAN  EQUAL 

FROM  THE  START"— 
A  GOODLY  PLAY  TO  GRACE  THE 
;  MUNDANE  STAGE - 

FINDS  YET  THE  MAN  NEEDS 
COACHING  FOR  HIS  PART. 

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VII 


THEN,  SINCE  THE  WORLD  MUST 

TOIL  ALONG  APACE, 
ERE  COMES  THIS  CONSUMMATION 

TO  THE  RACE: 
THE  GIRL  WILL  RAISE  THE  CASH 

THE  USUAL  WAY— 
FOR  BILLS,  ALAS,  WILL  STAND 

JUST  SO  MUCH  GRACE. 

VIII 
IT  COSTS  A  PILE  TO  SPORT  HER 

STYLE -YOU  KNOW  IT, 
SHE  COMPROMISES  NOT  WITH 

AUGHT  BELOW  IT, 
TO  MEET  THE  PRICE -'TWERE 

SURELY  SIMPLE  LOGIC 
TO  SELL  AN  ASSET-GET  THE  GOLD 

AND  BLOW  IT. 


IX 
HER  SCHEME  OF  WAYS  AND  MEANS 

I'M  NOT  IMPEACHING, 
A  SISTER'S  PROVINCE  THAT  WERE 

OVER-REACHING  ; 
I  MERELY  WRITE  OF  LIFE  AS  I 

HAVE  SEEN  IT, 
THE  PREACHER'S  STILL  ON  HAND- 

HE'LL  DO  THE  PREACHING. 


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THE  SOCIAL 

RUBA'IYAT  OF  A 

BUD 


!   For  Electric 
Lights  have  taken 


•  And,  crouching  at  V* 
J  the  Feet  of  Day,  lies 

Night; 

The  Post  a  dozen  Invitations  brought ; 
Arise,  the  Social  Season's  at  itsV 
Height! 

ii 
As  Reveille,  by  Drum-beat  loudly  V 

led, 
This  Voice  broke  Matin  Dream,  me- 

thought  it  said — 
"When  all  the  World  is  Up  and  on 

the  Go, 

Why  nods  the  drowsy  Devotee  in 
Bed?"    ~ 


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Ill 

ASTE  not  your  V 
$  Hours  in  definite  V 
;  Pursuit 

D  Of  anything  but  \F 
9  Pleasure.     Up    and 

Scoot! 
The  Bird  of  Time  is  on  the  Wing, 

let  not, 

Forsooth,  Tomorrow  this  day's  Pace 
confute. 

IV 

Each  Day  crowds  faster  than  the  V 

Day  before, 
Each  Morn  brings  Crazes,  Stunts  and 

Fads  galore; 
You  know  how  little  while  they  have 

to  stay, 
And,  once  departed,  will  return  no 

more. 


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Bud  of  Yester- 
day  —  this  Season's 
Rose— 

Her  sallow  cheek  in- 
£  carnadines,  and  V 
knows 


The  worth  of  smartly  dotted  Veil, 

through  which 
One  may  not  see  how  quite  passee  She 

grows. 

VI 

Oh,  not  your  spangle  of  Existence  V 

spend 
Upon  what  Secret  her  Good  Looks 

depend  — 
A  Hairpin  but  connects  the  False  v 

and  True, 
And  the  Beauty  Doctor  is  her  con 

stant  Friend. 


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VII 


'O,  some  we  loved,  V 

a  the  loveliest  and  the 

I  Best, 

•  Through  all  last  V 
^J  •  ^y  lj  Season  with  engage- 
LJJ  j  j  j  j^r-rb  ments  prest, 


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Have  danced  their  Turn  a  Round  or 

two  before, 
And  one  by  one  crept  to  their  Social 

Rest. 

VIII 

And  Those,  who  now  make  merry  in 

the  Room 
They  left,  must  take  advantage  of  V 

the  Boom 
And  hustle,  lest  a  Slump  in  Beauty 

Shares 
O'er  Hymeneal  Market  cast  a  V 

Gloom. 


It      -A 


A      A       *    '  ,A    '  A 


The  Bud  of  Yesterday— this  Season's  Rose— 
Her  sallow  cheek  incarnadines,  and  knows 
The  worth  of  smartly  dotted  Veil,  through  which 
One  may  not  see  how  quite  passee  She  grows. 


XV 

JH,  well,  why  Fret  ? 
What  boots  it  to  re 
peat 

-  How  Yesterday  at 
Bridge  I  met  de- V 
rrrrrrrrr  feat  ? 
I'll  spend  the  Cash  on  Hand,  and  V 

charge  the  Rest — 
Tomorrow's  Score  the  Deficit  may 
meet. 

XVI 

How  Sweet  is  Social  Sovranty,  think 

some — 
With  plethoric  Purse  and  Gold  in  V 

i     Hand,  they  come 
To  buy  what's  in  the  Social  Mart  for 

Sale 
To  any  One  who  cares  to  pay  the 

Sum. 


Indeed  the  Idols  I  have  loved  so  long 

Have  done  my  credit  with  the  Trade  much  Wrong 

Dressmakers'  Bills,  and  Milliners'  as  well, 

With  Dues  and  Duns  make  up  a  mad'ning  Throng. 


A    A 


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XVII 

•JULTL^LL  Sorts  and  Kinds 
a  are  drawn  to  give 
•  the  Price, 
As  Moth,  the  Lure 
of  Candle  doth  en- 
i  tice, 
And  many,  Singed  or  Burnt  will  find 

their  Hell 

Where  They  had  hoped  to  gain  a 
Paradise. 

XVIII 

The  Ball  much  question  makes  of 
Ayes  and  Noes — 

The  Moving  Finger  writes — Who's 
bid? — Who  goes? 

Ah,  but  the  Fate  of  Triumph  or  De 
spair 

That  hangs  upon  a  Postage  Stamp — 
Who  knows  ? 


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XIX 

some  oscillat- 
Fate  were  VV 
hung 

I  Upon  a  Nod—' 
jj  the  Guerdon  lightly 

flung 

Or  toss'd,  by  Queen  of  Cornered  So 
cial  Stock — 

And  Lo,  the  Climber  tallies — "one 
more  Rung!" 
xx 
Still  others,  aimless  as  a  moving  V 

Row 
Of  Sheep,  just  willy-nilly,  come  and 

As  some  Bell- Wether  leads,  nor  query 

where, 
If  but  the  Leader  Social  Prestige  V 

show. 


XXI 

HEY  gad  and  gos 
sip,  gush,  and  rush 
" to  meet"— 
"To  greet"— "to  v 
dine" — and  then  V 
with  tireless  Feet 
They  Rag-Time  through  the  Night. 

Some  Wine  of  Life 
They  surely  drink  that  has  the  Cock 
tail  beat ! 

XXII 

The  Laborer's  paltry  Eight-Hour  V 

stunt  does  rob 
But  part  of  Day,  yet  Climber,  Bore 

and  Snob 
Alike,  Day's  Exit  but  Night's  En- V 

trance  find — 
What  wonder  if  One  sometimes  shirk 

the  Job, 


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XXIII 

ND,  under  Yoke  of 

•  scarce-permitted  V 
2  Pleasure — 

i  To  aid  some  Cause 
that  pleads  its  Lack 

•  of  Treasure, 
Throw  Cloak  of  Charity  o'er  Dan 
cer's  Skirt — 

Before  the  Footlights  trip  a  lively 
Measure  ? 

XXIV 

Or,  yet  in  Tableau,  Play  or  Masquer 
ade 

Neat-handed  Phyllis,  or  some  sweet 
Milkmaid, 

Appeals  to  those  who,  tired  of  V 
Decollete, 

May  show  the  Foot  and  Ankle  un 
afraid. 


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May  show  the  Foot  and  Ankle  unafraid. 


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XXV 

S,  under  Cover  of  V 
•  returning    \r     V 
i  Day— 

%  Home  from  the  Ball : 
I  done,  jaded — far  V 

from  Gay — 
I  stood  before  my  Looking-Glass  V 

alone, 

Again  I  heard  a  Voice,  which  seemed 
to  say: 

XXVI 

"  Now  Face  to  Face,  and  of  all  Pre 
tense  shed, 

And  Heart  to  Heart — or  better,  Head 
to  Head — 

Let's  sift  this  Social  Madness  through, 
and  take 

Full  Stock  of  it  before  you  go  to  V 


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XXVII 

EN  down  I  threw 
me  in  some  comfy 
Chair, 

To  treat  this  Matter 
on  the  deadly  V  V 
Square, 
And,  dreaming  in  the  gray  and  early 

Dawn, 

Gave  these  Reflections  to  the  chilly 
Air: 

XXVIII 

Life's  but  a  Chequer-Board  of  Nights 

and  Days, 
Where  Maid  the  Game  with  Men 

for  Pieces  plays, 
To  win  the  Castle  she  must  mate  the 

Knight— 
The  Bishop  gets  the  Cheque,  and  V 

Blessing  lays. 


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XXIX 


•*?UITE  Obsolete  have 


fl  grown  the  Bow  and 

jaDart, 

C  And,  not  unfortified, 

"  the  Modern  V  ^ 

Heart 

Unlocks  at  will,  but — with  an  Aure 
ate  Key, 

While  Cupid  weeps  to  play  so  lame 
a  Part. 

xxx 
But  yet  I  think  I  never  blushed  so 

red 
When  some  young  Millionaire  an 

"Extra"  plead, 
And  while  we  danced  said  Spooney 

Things  that  stopt 

Upon  the  Verge  of  asking  me  to  V 
Wed; 


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XXXI 

S  when  some  impe 
cunious  Youth,   V 
whose  Purse 
The  Cost  of  Honey 
moon  could  scarce 
disburse, 
Looked  Things  for  which  he  didn't 

have  the  Price — 

And  left  my  Heart  considerably  the 
the  Worse. 

XXXII 

Ah,  Love!  Couldst  Thou  a  Bank  Ac 
count  acquire,      , 
We'd  Shake  this  sorry  Scheme  of  \r 

Things  entire, 

We'd  have  a  Record-Breaking  Wed 
ding,  then — 

To  start  for  Europe  on  an  Ocean  V 
Flyer! 


A  rustic  Settle  underneath  the  Bough, 
A  faultless  Gown,  becoming  Hat,  and  Thou, 
A  Millionaire  on  Marriage  bent  beside— 
Ah,  Paradise  were  at  a  Discount,  now! 


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XXXIII 

_  RUSTIC  Settle  un- 
«  derneath  the  V  V 
Bough, 

AfaultlessGown,be- 
coming  Hat,  and  V 
Thou, 

A  Millionaire  on  Marriage  bent  be 
side — 

Ah,  Paradise  were  at  a  Discount,  V 
now! 

xxxiv 

Curst  Gold,  that  can  with  Logic  ab 
solute 
The  Pleading  of  my  inmost  Soul  V 

refute, 
Wilt  half  repay  me  for  the  Heart, 

which,  stol'n 

By  One,  still  yet  Another  buys,  to 
boot? 


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And 


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but  to  Live  and 
Love !  No  Lamp  V 
doth  give 

On  this  its  Light,  V 
however  Fugi-  V 
an  tive, 

would  I  Live — it's  Odds  I  can 
not  Love ; 

do  I  Love  ? — it  cost  too  much 
to  Live ! 


xxxvi 
The  Poor  young  Man  with  manners 

extra  nice, 
But  fills  a  vacant  Dance,  or  hands  an 

Ice; 

Utility  Actor  on  the  Social  Stage, 
Forgotten  as  the  Scene  shifts — in  a 

Thrice. 


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XXXVII 

|UT  stay!  Perhaps  V 
some  Daughter  of 
the  House 

£  Of  new-made  Croe- 

2  sus,  lacking  yet  a  V 

9  Spouse — 


Of  Beauty,  bankrupt  too — may  buy 

his  style; 
Oh  well !  The  Bargain's  fair,  the  V 

World  avows. 

XXXVIII 

Then  leave  the  Wise  to  wrangle  and 

to  prate 
Of  Nuptial  Knot,  the  Master-Knot  of 

Fate, 
This  much  I  know — by  whom  or  V 

how  it's  tied, 
Who  finds  it  quite  Successful  up  to 

Date? 


XXXIX 

PARBY  and  Joan  V 
g  once,  in  the  Long  V 
SaAgo, 


H  Set  us  a  Standard, 
w  g  but  too  deadly  V 

slow 
The  Pace  for  Latter  Days,  nor  yet, 

indeed, 

Was  Reno  even  on  the  Map,  you  V 
know. 

XL 

Nor  yet  had  Woman  to  Hersdf'got 

on," 
'Twas  in  her  Evolution's  early  V 

Dawn, 
Ere  She  had  found  that  Marriage  and 

the  Man 
Were  Side-Shows  in  the  Plan  that 

She  had  drawn. 


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YSELF,  when  V 
younger,  heard  great 
Argument 
About  Love  in  a  V 
J  Cottage,  but  my  V 
iruTJirLriArtrLj  bent 
Is  rather  for  the  Golf-Stick  than  the 

Broom; 

Oh,  the  Sad  Grind  of  a  Domestic 
Saint! 

XLIIj 

The  Revelations  from  the  Married 

Fold, 
Of  Those  who  dare  to  speak,  like  V 

Prophets  bold 
Lay  bare  this  Fiction  of  the  Simple 

Life— 
A  Fairy-Tale  which  Story-Books  V 

have  told. 


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XLIII 

|OR  in  a  small  Apart- 
i  ment  cooped  with 
a  Love — 

q  And  fumes  of  Beef- 
I  steak,  fried  upon  gas 
Stove, 


The  End  were  what  all  Things  must 
end  in — Death, 

Yes,  Death  to  Love — Divorce!  V 
Who'll  disapprove? 
XLIV 

I  sent  my  Soul  through  the  Invisi 
ble, 

Some  Inkling  of  that  Married  Life  to 
tell, 

And  soon  my  Soul  returning  said  to 
me: 

"You'd  better  cut  it  out;  'twere  worse 
than  Hell!" 


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XLV 

ELL,  if,  indeed,  My 
self  am  Heav'n  or 
Hell, 


et,  Saint  and  Sinner 
tell, 

Why  make  a  Hell  ?  A  Chance  in  V 
what  I  hope 

Were  Heaven,  if  lost  outright,  were 
just  as  well. 

XLVI 

Into  this  Universe  of  Things  Mun 
dane, 

I  came  attuned  to  that  luxuriant  V 
Plane 

Where  Freedom  fromthesordidCom- 
monplace 

The  unhampered  Spirit  of  Desire  lets 
reign. 


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XL  VII 

n  n  r  r  r  r  r  r  nND  what  if  Love  V 
a  should  play  the  In- 
Sfidel 


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a  And  rob  me  of  my 
Birthright- who  can 
tell 
What  restless  sighing  I  must  ever 

quell — 

Nor  grasp  the  Roses  I  may  only  V 
smell? 

XL  VIII 

Forsooth,  a  Bracer  stronger  far  than 

Tea 
Must  drown  the  Thought  of  such  V 

Vulgarity; 
Martini's  old  Familiar  Juice  will  V 

do— 
And  then  no  more,  I  pray  of  Love 

and  Me! 


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^  J  J  n  jif1  n  rc  n  G^-^  now  through  V 

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L        ^^         3  Matin   Dusk,  there 

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Then  to  my  query  —  "What  art  V 

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them?"  It  said: 

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behold! 

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"The  Mighty  Lord  before  whose  V 

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Golden  Throne 

All  —  Climber,  Snob,  the  Bore  and  V 

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Bored  —  fall  prone; 

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The   Sovereign  Alchemist,  without 

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Whose  Key 

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The  Door  is  lock'd  on  most  One  cares 

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Then  to  my  query— "What  art  thou  ?  "  It  said : 
"The  Soul  and  Master  of  the  Show  behold ! 


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gS  TO  this  Soul  my 
a  own  Soul's  Ear  I V 
lent; 

Methought  the  V 
Truth  it  surely  did 
present, 

When,  Lo!  a  Muezzin  from  the  Dim 
ness  cried: 

"Tis  False — the  whole  Show  isn't 
worth  a  Cent. 

LII 

"To  Climber,  Snob,  the  Bore,  and  to 

the  Bored, 
'Tis  but  an  Ignis  Fatuus,  and  the  V 

Horde 
Who  chase  it  to  the  Dawn  of  Reck- 

'ning,  find 
Upon  the  Roll  of  Fate  a  Minus  V 

scored. 


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aOR  in  Truth's  Man- 
j  uscript  immut-    V 

j  able, 

a  Their  Debt  is  writ; 

•  and  This,  of  You,  as 

irtfnaryTJTrmsrartJi  weii, 

That  what  You  strain  and  strive  to 

buy  is  not 
One-half  so  Precious  as  the  Thing 

You  sell." 

LIV 

His  Aura  of  irradiating  Gold 

The  Snare  of  Hope  suggests,  that  one 

may  mould 
The  rich  young  Sinner  ir\Jo  Saint  V 

complete, 
And,  wedded,  lead  Him  back  into  the 

Fold 


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Ah,  then,  to  You  who'll  catch  the  -Bride's  Bouquet, 
Ere  I  in  Automobile  speed  away— 


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LV 

«HIS  Missionary  V 
Spirit's  quite  in  V 
Line 

a  With  Purple   and 
g  fine  Linen,  I    V 
•  opine. 
For  Him  a  Halo — and  'twere  fair 

Exchange, 

That  on  Her  Head  a  Diamond  Tiara 
shine. 

LVI 
And  if — from  passive  Lips — the  Kiss 

he'll  take, 
A  Mortgage  carries  for  Another's 

Sake 

'Tis  but  Existence  closing  its  Ac 
count 
On  Basis  of  a  Million  Dollar  Stake. 


^ 

& 


* 


LVII 

HIS  Scheme  of  Fate 
is  Mine,  I'm  in  it — 
•of  it, 

i  But  yet  some  spark 
I  of  Soul  that  soars 
above  it 


Invalidates  my  Computations,  and 
At  once  I  hate,  deplore — but  dearly 
love  it. 

LVIII 

Ah,  then,  to  You  who'll  catch  the  V 
Bride's  Bouquet, 

Ere  I  in  Automobile  speed  away — 

Cash  Value,  rendered  at  the  Market 
Price — 

Should  You  in  pensive  Aftermath  es 
say 


LIX 

r  1 1 1  u  u  u  UU_LLUOME  Sermon  on  the 
ways  of  the  Smart 
a  Set- 


la  Record  that  Fate  V 

•  but  played  a  Mari- 

-  onette, 
Predestined  for  its  Plot  of  Soul  and 

Gold— 
And  lose  the  Tangle  in  a  Cigarette. 

Salaam 


*•; 


>, 


A      A  ' '  &  '  A  *  &.  '  ^    '  .  .:    '   •;*      ^  '    A  '  A 


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unvarnished  tale,  unfolded  by  Mrs.  Ambrose  Madi 
son  Willis,  and  brought  to  publication  by  those 
not  unworthy  craftsmen,  Paul  Elder  £&>  Company, 
in  the  City  of  San  Francisco,  in  the  Year  of  Our 
Lord,  One  Thousand  Nine  Hundred  and  Thir 
teen.  And  this  book  was  imprinted  under  the 
skillful  direction  of  John  Bernhardt  Swart.  And 
the  pictures  therein  and  the  embellishments  there 
of  are  the  handiwork  of  Elsie  A.  Harrison,  of  the 
City  of  London,  which  is  in  England.  Wherefore 
be  it  modestly  hoped  that  the  couplet  of  the  satir 
ical  poet  may  be  amended  to  read : 
"  "Tis  pleasant,  sure,  to  see  one's  name  in  print, 
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